I Lift My Hands, and with My Heart,
8,6,8,6

tr., John Brownlie

I

I lift my hands, and with my heart,

My prayer ascends to Thee;

In mercy take a sinner's part,

Lord, send Thy help to me.

II

Lo! in the mire of sin I lie,

My raiment all defiled;

O come and set me up on high,

And save Thy fallen child.

III

I cannot cleanse the filthy stains, --

I can but mourn and sigh;

Do what I may, the guilt remains,

I fail oft' as I try.

IV

In mercy, Lord, Thy mercy send,

For merciful art Thou;

And prove Thyself the sinner's Friend, --

O come and help me now.

V

And let my life be ordered quite,

As Thou wouldst have it be;

When I am wrong, O set me right, --

Lord, come and succour me.

VI

And hold me up, lest to the mire

Of sin my soul return;

O let Thy love my spirit fire,

And base affections burn.

VII

And glory to my God I'll give,

And glory to the Son,

And to the Spirit while I live,

Great, Blessed, Three in One.

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